My great-grandfather, Sara Curry's husband, and Lt. John V. Curry's father. He was killed by lightning walking through Plains, PA after a funeral. We had heard growing up that his last words were "Don't worry, it'll blow over," but we figured it was apocryphal. Then I read the 1899 newpaper account. His actual words were, to a man walking beside him predicting severe weather, "Pshaw, you're no weather prophet." Then he was stuck dead.
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